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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.