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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.