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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.