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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.