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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.