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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.