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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.