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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.