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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.