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 Zambia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.