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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.