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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.