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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.