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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.