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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.