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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.