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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.