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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.