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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.