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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.