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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Index,
the Swans,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.