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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.