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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.