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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.