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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Motions,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
New Order,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.