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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.