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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.