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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.