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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.