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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Can,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Nas,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.