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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Rakim,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.