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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.