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 Japan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Iggy Pop 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.