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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Fugazi 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.