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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.