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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.