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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.