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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.