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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.