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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.