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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.