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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.