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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.