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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.