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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.