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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.