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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.