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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.