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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.