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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.