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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Technova,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.