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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.