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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.