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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.