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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.