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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
the Germs,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.