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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.