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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Visage,
Rekid,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.