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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.