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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Can,
Gong,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.