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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.