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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.