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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.