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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Index,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.