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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.