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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.