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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.