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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.