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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.