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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
JFA,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.