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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.