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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.