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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.