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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.