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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.