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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.