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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.