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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.