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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.