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 China and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.