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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.