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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.