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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.