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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.