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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.