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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Faust,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.