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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.