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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.