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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.