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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.