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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Television,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.