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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.