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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.