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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
The Wake,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Ten City,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.