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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.