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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.