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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Model 500,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.