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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.