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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.