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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.