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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.