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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.