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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.