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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.