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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.