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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.