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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.