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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.