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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.