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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.