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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.