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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.