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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.