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 Oman 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.