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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.