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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Fear to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.