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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
UT,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.