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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.