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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.