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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.