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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.