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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.