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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.