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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.