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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.