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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.