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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Television,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.