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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.