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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.