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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Brick,
Japan,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.