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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.