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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
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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.