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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.