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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.