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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
The Names,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.