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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.