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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.