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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Busters,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.