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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.