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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.