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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.