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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.