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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.