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 Russia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pole to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.