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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.