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 Finland 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.