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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.