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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Fear,
10cc,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Franke,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.