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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.