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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.