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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.