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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Gories,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.