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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.