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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.