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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.