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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.