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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.