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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.