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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.