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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.