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 London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.