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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.