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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.