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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.