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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
UT,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.