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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.