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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.