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 Greece and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.