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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.