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 Singapore 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.