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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.