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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
CMW,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.