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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.