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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.