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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.