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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.