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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.