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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.