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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.