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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
PIL,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.