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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.