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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.