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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.