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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.