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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
UT,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Move,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.