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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Roxette,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.