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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.