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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Lakeside 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.