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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.