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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.