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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.