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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
The Names,
Fear,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.