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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.