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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.