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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.