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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.