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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.