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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.