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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.