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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.