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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.