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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.