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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.