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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.