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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.