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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Monks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.