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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.