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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.