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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Lakeside,
AZ,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.