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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.