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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.