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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.