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 Romania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.