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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.