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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.