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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.