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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Gong,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.