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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.