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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Move,
MC5,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.