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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.