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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Brick,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.