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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.