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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.