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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.