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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.