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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.