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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Organ,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.