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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.