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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
cv313,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Can,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.