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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.