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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
UT,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Whodini,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.