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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.