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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.