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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Make Up,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.