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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.