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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.