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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.