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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.