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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.