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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.