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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
the Swans,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.