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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.