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 Greece 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.