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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Crime,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.