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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magma to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.