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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.