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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
The Standells,
Quantec,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.