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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.