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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.