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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.