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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.