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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.