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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Gong,
June Days,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.