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 London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.