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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.