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 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.