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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.