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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.