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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.