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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.