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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.