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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.