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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.