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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.