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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.