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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.