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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.