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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.