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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.