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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.