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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Monks,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.