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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Fuzztones 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.