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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.