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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.