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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
UT,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.