Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
X-101,
Nico,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.