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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.