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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
New Order,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.