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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.