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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.