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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.