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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.