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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.