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 United States and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.