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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.