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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.