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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.