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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.