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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Joy Division 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.