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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.