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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.