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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.