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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Index,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.