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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Smog,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.