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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.