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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
UT,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Wake,
Can,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.