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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.