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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.