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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.