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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.