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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.