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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 PIL to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.