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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.