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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.