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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
New Order,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.