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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.