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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.