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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.