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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.