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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 808 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.