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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.