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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.