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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Can,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.