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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.