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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.