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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Chrome,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Skaos,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.