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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.