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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.