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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.