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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
AZ,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.