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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
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.