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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Q65,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.