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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.