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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.