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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.