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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Technova,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.