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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.