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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.