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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Magazine to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.