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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Slave,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.