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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.