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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.