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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Pole,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.