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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.