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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.