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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.