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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.