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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.