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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.