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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.