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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.