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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.