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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.