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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.