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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.