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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Crime,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.