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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.