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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.