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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.