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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.