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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.