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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.