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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Visage,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.