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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.