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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Wings,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.