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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.