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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.