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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.