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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.