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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.