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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Pole,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.