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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Slave,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.