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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.