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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.