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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.