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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.