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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.