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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
AZ,
World's Most,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
The Motions,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.