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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.