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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.