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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.