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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.