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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.