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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.