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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.