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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Mars to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.