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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.