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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.