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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.