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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.