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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.