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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.