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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.