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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.