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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.