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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.