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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.