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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.