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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
ABBA,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.