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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Monks,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.