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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.