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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.