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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.