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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.