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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.