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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Faust,
Index,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.