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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.