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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.