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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.