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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.