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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.