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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.