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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.