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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.