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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.