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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter 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?
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.