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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.