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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.