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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.