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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.