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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.