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 Spain 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.