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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.