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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.