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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.