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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Franke,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.