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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.