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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.