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 Jordan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.