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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.