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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.