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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.