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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.