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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.