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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.