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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.