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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Monks,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.