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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.