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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.