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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.