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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
The Residents,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.