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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 Calgary.
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 organ 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 Hoover to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Index,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.