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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.