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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.