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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.