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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
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.