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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.