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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.