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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.