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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sparks 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.