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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.