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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.