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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.