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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Can,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.