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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.