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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Ultravox,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.