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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.