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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.