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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.