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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.