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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Hoover,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
10cc,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.