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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
MC5,
John Cale,
MDC,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.