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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.