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 Mauritius 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.