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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.