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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.