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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.