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 and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.