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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Television,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.