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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.