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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Names,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.