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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.