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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.