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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Cymande,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.