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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Crime,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.