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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.