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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.