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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Can,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.