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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Wire,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Can,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.