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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.