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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.