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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.