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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.