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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.