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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.