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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.