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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
UT,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.