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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.