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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.