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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
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.