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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Slave,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.