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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.