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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.