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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.