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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.