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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.