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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.