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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.