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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.