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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.