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 Belize 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.