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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.