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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.