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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Technova,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.