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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.