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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.