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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.