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 Swaziland 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
MC5,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.