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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.