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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Technova,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.