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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Nico,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.