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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.