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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.