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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.