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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.