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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
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.