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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.