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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.