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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.