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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.