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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.