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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.